Stories from the International Appalachian Trail
Dear humans and crustaceans,
Look at these cool rocks I found. Ok, fine. Really I’m just trying to distract you, because I’ve been procrastinating for about a week and a half on writing this story. It is important (I think) when you’re creating a thing, like writing or music…
Yeeeesh. Slow going here, kids. At least it’s pretty. Look at it. These pictures were brought to you with much losing the trail, slogging through deep wet snow, being rained on, pack frame breaking, inflatable pad deflating forever, holes generating in…
Alright, enough of this sentimental fluffle. Time for some plans.
Amanda picked me up last week from where the IAT crosses into Canada, where I was sitting, damp from the morning’s grey drizzle; making friends with folks in US Customs and Immigration…
Yay, the IAT in Maine is so wonderful
Quality, not quantity, dear readers.
Sail Away 